your hands are scarred from murder

SUNJATA

the flood

with every breath and every intake
tip toe further away

She adjusts to fit more of him, and he groans his approval of it halfway between a growl and a purr, breathless and yet panting all the same as he fees the tension rising in her, feels it with each and every deep thrust, a thrumming to the taut string within him. And he tries to ride it out, crushing her beneath him when she suddenly finds that edge – enough that it surprises him and he hums a breathy sounds against her neck, lowering himself to her to capture her lips with his in that very same hunger as before.

He can feel the shocks through her system, breaking the kiss as her head finds his neck and clamps down hard enough that with the pressure of it and the sounds that leave her lips, he’s helpless to stop himself from falling over that edge with her – twitching and burning, muscles clenching and retracting with the pressure applied from the both of them enough to take over. He slows, then, unwilling to part with her so soon, cradling her close to his sweat sheen body as he gasps for breath along her skin and swallows hard as the waves keep coming.

further away from this mistake
i'm no savior, i'm no saint